Sully’s thumb stilled. He surely hadn’t just heard what he thought he heard. He watched an inner struggle play across her face and, once again, felt a connection to this stranger. He hated to ask for help, too. She glanced around the small restaurant. “Do you mind if we go outside? We can find a more…private spot to talk.” Without a word he snagged the server’s attention and pointed to the patio. “Give them the bill,” he said with a little smirk. The server nodded and headed out toward the table where Declan and Pelicia sat. Sully grinned at the scowl Declan shot him, then got up and helped Olivia out of her chair. They walked outside, and he pointed to the far side of the parking lot. “How about by the fence there? Over by the trees.” Olivia gave a nod. They walked in silence to the spot he’d indicated. He rested his hands on top of the vertical log fence, then frowned and pulled his hands away. “What?” “It’s sticky.” Sully grimaced and pulled his handkerchief out of his back pocket.
